1.You shouldn't worry about what I'm about to write. I'm not going to go into theology, religion, and dogma and such. Just as I wouldn't want anyone telling ME what to believe, I don't want to tell you what to believe either, though I'm always hoping people believe in something greater than mankind, whatever they may choose to call it.

And...2.I judge no one, not even myself. I am me, flaws, quirks, and all. And you are YOU, flaws, quirks, and all. We all make both good and poor decisions at times, and we all have our paths that we can't always see. I am neither above nor beneath any other human being, and so I don't see you that way either.

I'm not sure how many parts there will be to this entry, but I expect it will take at least a few. I want to be thorough, and I don't like to make a single blog entry too long so that it becomes tedious. In these entries, however many they end up being, I'm going to stick to some strange experiences I've had in my life over the years...things that I believe helped shape me into the spiritual being I am. I believe you are a spiritual being too, whoever you may be, because I believe we are ALL spiritual beings. And, further, that we are all literally connected, despite not being able to "see" that. These experiences I'm going to share here are things I have told very few people about in my life. Things even my own children don't know about me. But my heart is calling me to share now...I suppose so that maybe you are encouraged to turn within yourself and find your own Love and Light within you. Basically, if I can do it, you can too. We live in strange times now, and it's time for more and more things to come into the open. That's what I feel inside. It's time to stop being afraid; time to stop keeping things hidden that might serve a positive purpose for someone else in need. And I'll clarify once more, I'm NOT referring to religion at all. You should know I've never been a big fan of organized religion of any kind, though I acknowledge its place and benefit for millions of people around the world. But it's not for everyone. Some need it, some don't. Neither way is wrong. Just different paths to the same top of the mountain, you know. That's how I see it anyway.

Though I was born in Frankfurt, Germany (on an American military base), I would really consider the beginning of my spiritual journey taking place in a town called Sapulpa, Oklahoma. My biological father was in the Army, which is why I was born in Germany. We moved to Oklahoma when I was about 1 year old, which is where his family came from. His mother, my grandmother, was a full blooded Cherokee Medicine Woman...so he was half Cherokee, and I am one quarter. I mention this because I think it pertains to my spirituality. I have always felt an odd connection not only to nature and the Earth and Universe, but to frequency itself. I sincerely believe this is due to the Native American blood within me. Even from a small child, I was able to "hear" certain people, even when they were silent. When I was a child I thought I was "feeling" them, but as I got older and studied electronics I discovered what was actually happening was that I was hearing ultra-high frequencies that are normally considered to be beyond the range of human hearing. Anyone that has experienced this will know that when you hear high enough (or low enough) frequencies they become more sensations than sounds. You feel instead of hear. As a teenager, I finally put 2 and 2 together and realized that all things give off frequency. To this day, I don't understand it enough to expound on it, but I know it's true. Everything in our universe is in a constant state of motion...down to every single particle of everything that exists. Trippy, huh?

And with this aforementioned Medicine Woman grandmother is where some of the strangeness with me really began. I don't recall it myself, of course, but this is how my mother relays the story to me:

I was almost 2 years old and I still wasn't walking at all. I could take steps if someone held me up, but I still couldn't walk on my own. My mother became very concerned, of course, thinking I might have some sort of disease or what not. As the story goes, we couldn't afford to go to a doctor at the time to get me checked out, so she decided to call my grandmother. My grandmother came over and looked me over thoroughly. Then she told my mother, "I'll be back in a little while. I have to go get something from the woods." A few hours later, my grandmother returned with a bird's nest. She tried to explain to my mom what the nest was--my mom only remembers that it had to be a nest from a specific type of bird, but she can't remember which. We speculate it might have been a robin's nest.

Next, my grandmother, the Medicine Woman, told my mom to bring me outside, and so she did. Then my grandmother placed the bird's nest on the ground and lit it on fire. Once the flame was large enough, my grandmother took me from my mother's arms and held me in the flame. My mother says I never cried or seemed to express any pain at all. When my grandmother was satisfied, she took me out of the flame and stood me up on the ground. And I've walked just fine ever since.

So this is what I consider the beginning of my spiritual journey...in this body anyway. Who knows what other existences I might have lived? I certainly don't know.